Moving On

Thought I had it all figured out
Thought I knew what life was all about
then it hit me
like a new moon.
it came too soon
now I'm here
just singing the blues
and no one wants to hear it
but you
thoughtless complaints
moans and groans
it means nothing
and it's giving me a headache
when no one cares
and you're unwanted
just singing a song that falls on deaf ears
and wanting to be what you want me to be
but I can't, you see
I can only be me
molded and shaped
by the God in me
molded and shaped by my destiny
moving on
I can only be me.